Volume 4, Issue 4 - November 2004

A Letter to Nancy LaRoche (AKA Bunn Mama) From Two Former Foster Bunnies

Dear Nancy,

Our wonderful bunnies, Lara and O’Toole, asked me to take a little dictation so they could write you a letter thanking you for taking such good care of them during their stay at the Broomfield facility and for being an all round bunny heroine.

While they gather their thoughts, I also would like to thank you for caring for our little bunns and all of the other bunnies who run afoul of humans and fate. The longer we live with Lara and O’Toole, the more I am certain that people fail to appreciate the sweetness, innocence, ebullience, intelligence and subtlety of these creatures because they are generally small and quiet. Only the most special humans devote themselves to the care of those that people are too foolish to love. Mark and I both are so grateful for our new friends and for your generous service to their fellows.

Over the past month, we have watched them explore their ever-expanding territory and come to trust (and test!) us every day. Our little rabbits are endlessly acrobatic and entertaining. (You didn’t tell us they were flying bunnies!) We spend a fraction of the time in front of the television that we used to and much more time rolling around on the floor. This is a good thing. We love fussing over the bunns and thinking of new ways to amuse them. They are a total delight, and we are so happy we adopted them from the Colorado House Rabbit Society.

Right now, O’Toole is perched on the sofa behind my head like a little furry parrot. I believe they are ready to begin:

Dear Mother of Bunns,

We are happy rabbits, my darling Lara and I. The Big Ones are very kind to us and bring us crunchy, crunchy carrots and green things. We even had the squishy yellow things, which we adore! It is so divine, the squishy yellow na-nas—-sweet and yummy!

The Big Ones stroke our little noses and give us pony rides. We have space to run and leap. Did you know I can fly, Bunn Mama? Well, I can. So can Lara—Oh, she is so beautiful, my Russian princess! There are little buildings to explore and chew chew, and noisy clatters to shake and bite when we are bored. During the day, we can watch the little fluttery ones outside and listen to them sing. Lara re-arranges the furniture and nibbles on apple branches.

We were so scared when we left you and the others, Bunn Mama. We miss you all. But the Big Ones spoke very gently, very quietly. We thought we heard, “forever home, forever home,” and we tried not to worry. We take good care of each other, Lara and me, isn’t that right, Girl?

The long shaky-vrrm ride was dark, tiring and took many hours. We did not know what would happen to us. But suddenly we smelled sage and rosemary. The vrmm stopped and there was a bright light. The Big Ones opened a large house and let us go inside—We thought some very fine bunns must live there. It was so beautiful, so comfy, and had all the things we like. They told us it was our house! We could not believe our good luck. Lara ran up-and-down talking about how to re-decorate. Oh, we love our bunn house. We eat well and play well, and we have each other.

Thank you for taking care of us and giving us to each other. We will never forget you, Mother of Bunns. My sweet Lara wants you to know that she thinks maybe people aren’t so bad—They give good face rubs and pa-ya treats and sing us silly songs. But she is still the Queen Bunn.

Love,
O’Toole and Lara

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